BSL

By: Shanna H.

For those who do not know

Please take a seat

And listen so

For this shall be something we can defeat

Here I have a tale of a lovely pit bull

Lack of understanding cheats

On his youthful soul

While he sits beneath ungrateful feet

You refuse to look beyond the breed

With pearly white like teeth

As you greet the dirty deed

With an embrace never to find what lies beneath

As the misunderstood soul

Waits and weeps

For the world to rid itself of it dourly goal

Allowing knowledge to seep

Within the hearts

Of those who hold the power

To hurl the darts

Of death, clenched within the hands those who cower

In the mean time the weeper

Fights not to be devoured

As the dreadful keeper

Plays with new found power

Thrown into the ring of hate

To fight for love and life

As the keeper awaits praises from his mates

As one began to loss their sight and wishes for the knife

For a simple afterlife may never come

Till the walls are slashed in loyal blood

And the simply hum of hate becomes

Muffled with the sound of splashing mud

Once again greed takes over the breed

And weepers are exiled from loving homes

While the dirty deed is free

To move onward and roam…

Take a moment to look at the whole

Before you conjure up your fleet

And devour what should be extol

And look with disbelief at what roams your streets